ugh. where’s all the GOOD music these days. it’s all just rapping and beibers and directions. i miss the days where i could go into the local tavern and hoist a mighty flagon of mead to a jaunty tune on the lute of a young bard
True love is when your pet comes to your room on its own.
is it just me or do you like one of your eyebrows more than the other
probably the sickest beat ever